Aug 2013
She is long dead,
Her secrets lost,
But still they hang to you,
As faint as her perfume.
You are matched with others now,
Though they have no excitement,
No secrets.
They have no scars.
Her secrets lost,
But still they hang to you,
As faint as her perfume.
You are matched with others now,
Though they have no excitement,
No secrets.
They have no scars.
